A Poem — When I think about the present I think about life in a handbasket as if I could carry it around and take it with me from place to place a universe inside of a wicker basket with all of my deepest secrets tucked next to a universal charger and a note from my mom…

Where You Find Yourself — Do you ever feel like you are at the edge of your destiny? And then something happens, and it’s gone. You were so close, yet so far from where you are and were supposed to be. But is that really ever the truth? You can only be where you are…

A Poem — It gets tiring, trying to understand the why behind all of the decisions other people make in their lives that minimally cross over into mine creating this space-time continuum that wraps its legs around me and attempts to squeeze the life out until I realize that none of it is real and I am always the only one…

A Poem — It used to be a tiny speck that I could barely make out at the end of a kaleidoscope but it was the uncolor so it was even harder to find But right now, it’s bigger, and even though I can’t seem to fully make it out I think it looks a little…

A Poem — I am roaming the halls of this life feeling uninspired and downtrodden because the rain won’t stop in my head and the weather is particularly dreary even if it’s just an emotional mirage reminding me that I am half-full which also sounds so positive when I am really a quarter empty and that quarter is just loose change…

A Poem — I only have a certain amount of bandwidth available each day and sometimes it feels as though my mental tank is on empty but the world won’t stop A notification here, a spam call there, a DM here, a sly dial there Modern marketing is built to annoy and harass and infiltrate and at each and every…

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A Poem — I like to think that I am heady, as in, stupefying, but that’s too much I really mean well-read or smart and not so much ‘in my head’ but tending to upset the mind or the balance of the senses is a constant quagmire Heady to me means I am…

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